Justin L S Cherubim, my father, was born in Grenada, WI, comming to this country at the age of 3 y/o, where he lived in Harlem, NY. Died as a professor of Mechanical Engineering at General Motors Institute in Flint, Michigan. He was living in an apartment on the outskirts of Flint, proper. His oldest son, me, Justin Lawrence, (Jay), born in Long Island, NY, May, 15th, 1955 was closest to him. I was 27 y/o when he died. His next oldest son, Krishna Reginal, (Kris), born April, 3rd, 1969, was living with him and was close to him as well as a young boy still in school at the time of his death. He was 13 y/o. Justin has a third son, Mark McAuley, living in England with his seond wife, Margaret. He never met his third son. My father, was a strong, strick father who brought his son's up with the idea he wanted to expose them to as much in life as possible. He was a very loving person who did not have much success with the women in his life, starting with his mother and including 2 mariages. He was a fare person, honest and loyal. Served in the US army for about 2 years, not exactly sure of that time period. My father was close to my friends growing up. He had maybe 1-2 adult 'friends' when I was a young boy, and by the time I was in HS, my friends became his friends. Many times, I would come home and find 1-3 of my friends at the apartment visiting with my father. He was a well rounded intelligent man, who read a lot and would always expound on educational things to me, my brother and my friends. He really got into Immanual Velikovsky and his writings. He took me once to Canada to meet him at a University he was giving a talk at. My father loved Calypso and West Indian food. He loved dancing to calypso and Salsa as well, playing it as best as he could on the guitar, also the ukulele. He taught me music and got me playing the piano and also the uke. Later the Quatro, a West Indian 4 string 'guitar', if you will.Tuned just like a ukulele.
My father held the Chair of Mechanical Engineering at the University of the West Indies for 3 years.1966-mid 1969. I lived with him there, which is where he met his second wife, Margaret, who was actually a distant cousin. She was still unhappily married to a man in England and she had a son by him, Steven, who was 4 yeas old when we met in Trinidad. Nice kid, shy, quiet. They moved in with us. After 3 years, things were not working out as well as my father hoped it would at the University, and he decided to move back to the USA. Margaret and Steven went back to England so she could finalize her divorce. Her second son, Kris, was born in Trinidad, and stayed there to be cared for by cousins. The politics of the Islands made it very difficult for my father to take Kris back to the US with us. Once back, it took about 2-3 years for us to get Kris to come to the US.His mother and her first son, Steven, did come with in a year of us being there. My father and Margaret did get married in Flint, MI. It was a very tumultuous, verbally violent relationship with never any physical violence. She and I argued alot also. This continued for about a year, and then, one Saturday morning, my father and I went out to play tennis and when we came back, Margaret and her son were gone! Bags and all. She just packed up and left. I was 18 and just starting college. Kris came to live with us and I would come home from college most Weekends to help out and to see Kris. That all went well.
Dad smoked 1 ppd cigs and drank a lot. He would wake in the morning and the first thing he did was go into the kitchen and poor himself a drink Lauders, scotch was his drink. Everyone knew he was a heavy drinker, but everyone also knew the man NEVER got DRUNK! I never saw my father drunk, he never drank at work, never had any drinking and driving violations. Did develop cirrhosis of the liver, was hospitalized twice for that, each time he would cut down his drinking for a few weeks then start back up again. I was home on a break from my hospital job in South Jersey, when he went to take a bath one night and never came out of the tub. Bled to death with hepato-renal failure. Ambulance came and took him to the hospital where he died. My brother wound up moving in with some neighbors we knew from HS and church, They had some kids Kris' age and I had to go back to South Jersey, where I was living and working. My brother did eventually come to live with me and became my 'Practice Kid'. We did well together.